Poor Turkey Not Again
As if thanksgiving wasn't enough
being a turkey
is pretty tough
One moment your in a green fiield
getting fat
with your family and friends
Then your life comes to
a nasty end,
As a cruel farmer
with a huge axe
made of Sheffield cold steel
sharpens the edge
upon a grinding wheel.
Moments later
you lose your head
you can't google now more
your as naked as a bull frog
your clothes are on the floor.
Millions of turkey's
Are going to die
and end up on a dinner plate
or in a pie
they claim
turkeys have tears
in their eyes before they die.
Think I'll stick to sardines.
Remember
A turkey should be fore life
not just for Christmas.
Poor things.
Peter Dome.copyrigjt,2013. Dec.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013
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